Leaves blow freely in dazes of warm light
Oblivious to the frequencies
Of cold-hearted savages
Feening for egotistical recognition
By leeching off the blood, sweat, and tears of laborers
Who are in desperate need of
A simple chance to just be.
But we can’t afford to BE.
We struggle to BE.
The dream to BE is deceased
By the chok…
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